Chapter 837: Chapter 470 Where are the Servants of Light? Let Me Take a Look_2 Chapter 837: Chapter 470 Where are the Servants of Light? Let Me Take a Look_2 The interrogation began anew, and Anthony said, “You can take a look at your own heart, then try to sense the soul connection.”
Gaddarigo shifted his focus inward and saw the Life Box embedded in his heart, then he sensed the soul connection and found that all soul connections had been severed, whether it was his with his master or his subordinates with him, all were cut off.
It is then that Gaddarigo began to half believe and half doubt, “Am I really dead?”
“You resurrected me through the Life Box? How is that possible, where is there a Life Box suitable for me? Even if there is, it would be too late to install a Life Box after I had died, and even if it were in time, a Life Box shouldn’t be able to sever soul connections.” Gaddarigo simply did not believe Anthony’s tall tales.
Because rebirth through a Life Box has many flaws, such as not having a size big enough for Gaddarigo, so Dragon Sorcerers like him did not own Life Boxes.
Even if one was reborn using a Life Box, it shouldn’t be possible to break the soul connection since the Life Box also had a soul connection. Even if the main soul dissipated, the soul connection of the Life Box would remain intact.
Otherwise, subordinates with soul connections could use this method to break free from the soul control of their masters, couldn’t they?
“Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth, sir. Let’s give it a wake-up call,” said Anthony, turning to bow to Ange.
The Little Angel, buoyant with enthusiasm, went up and gave it another thrashing. Dragon Sorcerers had their size as an advantage when it came to taking a beating; such a punching bag was something the Little Angel truly enjoyed.
Well, after getting beaten up once more, Gaddarigo ‘believed’ Anthony’s tall tales.
“So, it is we who saved your life,” Anthony said.
“Yes, yes, thank you for saving my life, I will definitely repay you. Just let me go now, and as soon as I return home, I’ll give you all my family’s wealth,” Gaddarigo said ingratiatingly.
Anthony smiled, “Do I look like a fool to you, sir?”
Another beating ensued.
Insincere attitude, hit. Snarky remarks, hit. Disingenuous answers, hit. Concealing hesitations, hit. After repeating this process over and over, Gaddarigo was nearly driven to post-traumatic stress disorder.
And Anthony was like he possessed a soul scanner, almost none of Gaddarigo’s psychological changes escaped his eyes; he spilled all of Anthony’s queries, and strained his brain to remember things that were not even asked.
Halfway through watching, Negris suddenly realized, “Now I understand why Old God Stick doesn’t like to use Soul Search; indeed, Soul Search can’t yield such coherent information.”
Undead creatures could search through an enemy’s soul to retrieve memories, but Negris noticed that Anthony rarely used this method, preferring the time-consuming effort of interrogation.
Durken nodded, “Interrogation suits Anthony better than it does you, because he has enough ability to judge whether the answers are true or false and enough skill to coax out more information.”
Soul Search has its limitations, as it requires the integrity of the soul, and the memories harvested are fragmented—the more recent the memory, the clearer it is.
This leads to a problem: an enemy’s memory of gum bleeding while brushing their teeth this morning could be clearer than the memory of ascending the throne years ago.
Therefore, Soul Search can yield an enormous amount of useless memories that are fragmentary and need to be sorted out to form a complete narrative.
If there is a lack of some key information, the harm of an incomplete narrative can sometimes be more severe than knowing nothing at all.
For example, the sequence of meeting a beautiful woman—sending flowers—having dinner—listening to the opera—going to a tavern makes a complete narrative.
But Soul Search might skip steps in the middle and yield meeting a beautiful woman—going to a tavern, which, if followed, can easily lead to an accident.
Moreover, Soul Search only has one chance. Once the soul disperses, there is no possibility of digging for information again, whereas interrogation can be repeated endlessly.
Gaddarigo howled in agony, “I’ve already answered this question four times, why do you keep asking?!”
“Your second answer was twenty, but your fourth was nineteen. How many were there, really?” Anthony asked.
Gaddarigo replied, “Twenty, but only nineteen actually laid hands on me. Gust… Gust did not participate, vanished halfway through, no idea where he went off to.”
“Good, next question: what is the current status of the Magician’s Spirit Ladder in the Eastern Nage Peninsula?” Anthony inquired.
“It’s still standing there, we can’t activate it, we can’t start it, but the rings are gone, split into airships and flew away,” said Gaddarigo in distress. “You’ve asked this question for the second time.”
“Alright, next question: when did the Undead Temple collapse?” Anthony asked.
“How would I know?” Gaddarigo was getting frustrated by the leap in the questions. They had just been talking about the Magician’s Spirit Ladder and suddenly shifted to the Undead Temple. He had no idea when the Undead Temple had collapsed.
Anthony turned and gave a bow, “Sir.”
“Stop, stop, let me think, let me think. It should have been sixteen years ago, I remember during that time Gust’s mood suddenly improved a lot. Everyone whispered it was because the Undead Temple had fallen, which left only the Council of the Undead as the remaining symbol. I really can’t understand why Gust cared so much about a decrepit temple,” Gaddarigo racked his brains to recall.
The advantage of interrogation could be seen here; even if the memory was not clear, it could still make the subject try hard to remember.
“Sixteen years ago? Why is it that the news I heard said ten years ago? Are you lying to me?” Anthony’s eyes shifted as he guessed the reason, but he still knowingly questioned.